Chapter 42 THE SECRET

In his room, next came the little room where I had seen the painting of me which I wanted to ask him about. Even for that, I needed to act the same; surprised as if I didn’t know about it and had to be completely shocked. Now that I think about that time, I can certainly agree that it was the most challenging thing for me to do. But overall, it went well, and Charles accepted that painting was his passion, and he always wanted to become a painter.

Not everyone is lucky to pursue their dream, but it is nice to keep living your passion even if no one knows about it because you are not living your passion for anyone else. You are living it for yourself. The painting was completed a little more, and because of that it was feeling even more lively, which made me look even prettier.

Time passed very quickly from then and even quicker after knowing that Charles was going to be loving me more. All he was waiting for was me to become his official wife, so that even if something ill happened, separation would not be the easy way out. Some would have said that he was being immature and others may have agreed with me that he was playing safe, and it was completely acceptable to me.

It was the week of my college exams, and, more than me, Charles was worried about them. He didn’t care about the things that media people would say; he came to drop me and pick me up from college in his car every day that I had my exam. Despite telling him that I would be fine on my own, and I would travel in the car that he had bought for me, he did not listen to me at all. So, I also let it go.

Soon after my exams were over, the wedding preparations started in full flow. There would be designers and decorators running everywhere in the house because we decided to keep our wedding a private affair by getting married in the lawn itself.

For me, the thought of finding someone who loved me so much was enough to make me jump around in the house because I was officially going to be his wife. In my head as I was thinking of the name Mrs. Olivia Charles Lozano, it sent me chills down my spine, and I couldn’t just wait to use that name everywhere.

In the blink of an eye amidst all the running around, it was the wedding day already, and I was finding it very difficult to believe that I was actually getting married to Charles Lozano, the most desirable man in the city.

There were females to get me ready in the white gown, and in no time I was made to look like a fairy. I can never forget the way that I felt when Mr. Alberto was walking me down the aisle, and I saw my man standing in impeccable clothes, flawlessly dressed, looking at me with his eyes sparkling.

That was the feeling that I was waiting for my whole life that I had lived until then. The way that he was admiring me made me feel as if I got home just like everyone else did; I also have a family. And there were crackers of happiness bursting inside of me when he said, “I do.”

We had left for a couple of days after marriage to the big beach house he owned in a posh society in Malibu which gave me a feeling of being in the hotel instead of being at my husband’s vacation house. It was a great time being in that house for two days.

And for the first time Charles and I made love to each other, the feeling was difficult to explain because it was something which simple words could never describe. Charles was soft on me and very subtle. He made sure that all my needs were met, and I couldn’t do much in the beginning because I was so shy. It was very difficult for me to be able to maintain an eye contact with him also. But as time passed by in those two days, I got to a position where I could take the lead.

The instance that I had initiated a love-making session, the reaction that I got from Charles made me feel so good about myself. He had not expected me to actually take a lead in the bedroom. I had nearly forgotten how someone’s body felt on me and under me as I stayed away from falling into love after the bad experience in life.

Sometimes it is just that one incident that changes you in ways that you cannot imagine. Rather, it sets you straight and puts you on the right path that you had to learn in an ugly way. But then when you learn from it, the most beautiful thing which you never expected to happen may actually happen as a reward to you if you were brave enough to fight through the bitter phase in a positive manner.

To mention, I wouldn’t have ever met Charles if I had continued to stay in the orphanage. Maybe my ex-boyfriend’s role was to take me out of that place so that I could be somewhere my beautiful destiny was waiting for me. Had it not been for my former boyfriend, I would not have ever moved out of that place because I was the most comfortable living there. And even if I started to work, I would have dedicated my life to helping in the orphanage.

Every single thing which happened to me was worthwhile because it all led me to Charles. He is the most sensible person that anyone could ever be with, and he chose me. Life has been beyond perfect with him. Never in my life could I have ever thought of living the way I live now. And my husband is the most lovable person I have ever met.

While I still had a smile on my face remembering the beautiful time when I met this amazing man and the journey to becoming Mrs. Olivia Charles Lozano, my phone started ringing, and as I lifted it from the bed, I saw my darling husband’s name on the screen. Charles was calling me. Automatically, my happiness becomes double to know that in less than five minutes from now on, I will be in the arms of my husband.

He usually calls me from the car after crossing the main entrance and before being dropped off at the building to tell me to be ready to welcome him at the door because he looks forward to kissing me first thing when he steps inside his home. So, I rush down the staircase hoping for his mood to be fine because I had some news to give to him.

It is getting more exciting for me to get to see my husband after seven days. All the more so because I have some news for him. Had the news been good, I would have been jumping around to welcome him. But because it is not good news, I am unable to decide the way that my reaction should be.

Hoping that things end well because he can also choose to leave me and go to someone else for the news that I have for him. I definitely do not want him to do that. I want him to be with me forever, but I feel terrible about not being able to give him the feeling which he wants. Hopefully, the alternative that I will be giving to him should work for him despite the fact that it will be the worst feeling that I will ever get.

“Welcome home, my love,” I say with my hands wide open for a hug as I am almost on the last step getting down the staircase. The minute he sees me, the sweetest smile of his that I have known appears on his face, and he walks to me with bigger steps. He opens his arms to fit me in them fully with our bodies touching completely.

We have the best hug that we have had in a while, and as we head to the bedroom for a shower together, it clicks in my mind that he should at least be prepared for the talk that I want to have with him. So, I mention, “Darling, I want to talk to you about something after dinner.”

“I am all yours until Monday morning now,” he replies.

“But at least give me an idea,” he adds on, and that kind of makes me want to tell it to him. At least give him the biggest hint in order to make sure that he is in that particular mood. Hence, I say, “It is about something you have always wanted to have, but unfortunately, I won’t be able to give you that feeling.”